What makes you see the globe a ball
To bounce, the sky not half as tall,
Each cloud a game, each smile a joy,
And every living thing a toy?
What makes you see the universe
Awaken in a baby’s first
Heart-clenching and earth-shattering cry,
In all that lights a baby’s eye?
What makes you see with sudden sight
That wrong is wrong and right is right,
Just by one glimpse of sleeping child–
With all its life yet undefiled?
What makes you tremble with one touch
Of that wee babe you love–so much,
You’d gladly die the death of two
To keep that baby safe with you?
What makes you blind to all earth’s charms,
To hold a baby in your arms–
Give up on walking free and fair,
To nuzzle heads of baby hair?
What makes you is that baby thing
Who teaches your heart songs to sing
That keep it soft and sweet and true–
This baby that you’ve made makes you.
Be this my banner high
Against a lowering sky–
A cause for which to die. Continue reading “Excelsior”
With grateful memories I recall
My mother’s hands that raised us all;
From infants born to children grown,
Such Godly care Continue reading “My Mother’s Hands”
This dusty road I long have trod:
A pilgrim on a quest for God,
A stranger seasoned by hard days
Spent trading broad for narrow ways Continue reading “The Oasis”
“Grow old along with me!
Sweetheart, be not alarmed when snows
Slow tiptoe ‘mongst our locks, Continue reading “Grow Old with Me”
“No matter what trials fierce
Threaten your faith with fear,
Remember you’re safe within
The hollow of your Father’s hands; Continue reading “No Matter What”
“O World, hast thou given life to me?
Hath thy designing lifted me
From lowly dust, breathed into me
A soul alike to that Divine? Continue reading “Not Thine”